Status lyrics

[Intro]
You can only die once

[Verse]
b*tch, that—, b*tch, that dope man been had weight (Yeah)
Make sure my fam ate (Yeah)
Still young cocaine, ain't sh*t changed since my last tape (Rah)
Still packin' on probation, motherf*ck a police mandate (Yeah)
n*gga wanna vote, but I don't really f*ck with nan' candidate (Nah)
A little birdie flew up in my hand today (Woo)
Motorola goin' HAM today (Uh)
Twenty-eights to a fifty-six, two into splits, how many grams today?
Prices high, but n*gga gotta pay
We ain't takin' no shorts, n*gga (Nah)
Stamped the game with my own name, I don't promote or endorse n*ggas
Got a house on the golf course, n*gga
All from wrappin' up that package (Yeah)
Solo with my strap, I ain't got my mans, then gotta have it (Yeah)
Thеn drove a new Denali with a thousand bricks from Dallas (Yеah)
Manufactured drug infraction, police faction, know my status on the throne, n*gga (Yeah)
When you gettin' rich and your homies not, can't trust your own n*ggas
But don't get too high and push 'em away 'cause then you alone, n*gga (Yeah)
The boss n*gga keep his balance (Yeah)
This Frederico Soprano, mafioso be my status, gangster Gibbs

[Outro]
Guess who's back, motherf*cker?
The prince of darkness
But in South Central, they just call me Andre
But look, you know
I can't always talk like that, I be tryin' to make it sound big
And, like, hella menacing 'cause I know n*ggas be scared
But it's your boy, man, it's the devil, man, look here
Gibbs, what's up, man? Like, you really been strayin' from the program, my guy
I got you, my n*gga
I got you, my n*gga
I got you, my n*gga